In the beginning there was the diagnosis: no more gluten, dairy, or soy. Simple enough if you don't like to cook or bake or feed your family the best homemade food. Simple enough if you eat to live rather than live to eat. Simple enough if you never buy processed foods, never crave the perfect pasta, and would rather stick a pencil in your eye than bake a loaf of bread.
I know people like this. I really do. I'm not one of them. No, I'm the mother, and now the grandmother, who loves to cook, feed the family, bake Christmas cookies, order out a pizza on Friday night, or drown in a good bowl of pasta every once in a while.
I wore (literally) my love of all things gluten proudly...until the diagnosis, which was the beginning of a whole new identity: the gluten free glamma. Because cooking gluten free can be glamourous, even if one is a 63 year old grandmother.
So now that I have my GF chops, I'm going to blog about my gluten-free experiments in the kitchen. The succeses as well as the failures.
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